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Returning to the scene

Derrick lay awake his sleeping wife beside him, it was his day off work today, he needed the break. His nerves where shattered and his guilt steamed in his mind, forever whispering his sin. After getting bored, jumping at ever little sound, he got up quietly, got dressed and decided to go for a walk. He walked and his mind focused on other things. His life the man he had become. He was scared for himself and that made him feel sick. He felt guilty for sleeping with the woman who’s name he never knew. As for killing her, there had been a drive , a reason for it, anything to keep the secret hidden. And so it will be he thought to himself. If the police came thought, what would he do then? Could he deny it? If they came surely something would have lead them to him. His mind began to race furiously trying to remember if he had left anything there. With today’s technology all they needed was a strand of hair, they could find out who you were then where you lived and id they came to his house, they’d find the gun, match the bullets, find residue from the gun on his clothes maybe even droplets of blood. Then Jane would know! Shed know what he had done, know he had killed a hooker. She’d probably only have to guess that he slept with her first. Maybe the police would class that as rape. Why else kill a hooker who accepted money in exchange for sexual favours.
He thought deeper into it, maybe the police wouldn’t even look into it, I mean hookers where killed all the time, the police were glad to have them off the street, weren’t they? He looked up and stopped in his tracks, he had walked back to the alley where he had held cold metal in his hands and put an end to the life of another. There was a police man standing smoking a fag at the entrance of the alley, where yellow police tape sectioned the entryway off to the public. He had spotted Derrick and was eyeing him suspiciously. They always say 'murderers returned to the scene of the crime'. What should he do, turn and runaway was his first instinct but then again he might as well shout “it was me!” as he runs, he decided to go over and act like a nosey passer by. As he approached the police man Derrick saw him tense up slightly. Looking past him he saw the entry had been closed off and 3 more police men where up there a tent had been put up over the body. “what’s going on?” he asked the cop trying his best to sound intrigued. The copper took a drag on his smoke “dead hooker” he said simply exhaling. Derricks eyes widened as if to show slight shock but his legs began to shake at his knees. The police man took another drag of his fag and continued “shot in the gut, probably took her a while to die too” he added for effect “sick bastards who ever they are!”
“what?” Derrick asked bemused. The copper pointed down the alley at the tent. “who ever did it” he said exhaling the grey smoke that polluted his lungs, “they shot her and left her to die! Probably robbed her too” he said matter of fact.
“really? How do you know that” the policeman looked at Derrick with a smile on his face, “ a hooker that looks like that would never be short of clients therefore cash” he said with a nod, derricks body shook with fear, they were already so close to the truth, it had only been  hours since he had shot her. “did no one come to help her?” Derrick asked his voice shaking, his guilt bursting out of his ears.
“I doubt it, she couldn’t of even shouted for help even if she hadn’t choked on her own blood” the cop shook his head at this “suffocation such a horrible way to die”
“are you alright man?” asked the police man, Derrick was now shacking so much that his teeth almost chattered. “ yeah I’m fine just” he thought for the right words “ its scary isn’t it the things people will do to each other” the cop nodded “ well…what’s your name mate, I’m officer henchicks” said the copper holding out his hand. Derrick took it lightly “ Derrick he breathed.
“well Derrick well catch the bastard that did this, its only a matter of time. Do you live close to here?” asked henchicks, Derrick shook his head and took a deep breath and pointed “ I live about 40 minutes away, just came out for a walk today starting to wish I never” he spoke the truth, and officer henchicks chuckled and threw the stump of his fag to the floor. “well Derrick I better get back to work, you keep an eye out, if you see anything suspicious give us a call”. Derrick promised he would and turned to head home.

It took less than an hour to get back home and when he got in it appeared as though Jane was out, he took a seat on his couch and placed his head into his hands. He was shacking so badly that he felt faint. On the verge of tears even. He sat against the back of the couch and looked around the room. Confusion spread across his face. It was the smell, like damp but something else. The room seemed cloudy. Misty even. Derrick felt the sensation similar to one who’s lost his sense’s to the fog. He stood up, maybe something was burning in the cooker he thought as he headed towards the kitchen, he stopped suddenly.

A man stepped out of the 'fog' “who?…what are you doing in my house!” shouted Derrick. But the figure walked towards him, his body seemed to come from the mist. Derricks eyes widened as the figures unsheathed swords emerged from the mist. He was frozen with fear and shock. The figure held one of his swords inches from derricks face.

“For your sin’s, I bring you redemption!”